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ULTIMATUM{ noun } – a final demand or statement of terms, the rejection of which will result in retaliation or a breakdown in relations.
As internal affairs proxy, it wasn't his business to involve himself in the affairs of clans or groups outside of his domain. Yet, if he could be so bold as to say, this wasn't an affair of the league or any associated counterpart. This was personal business that brought him to the border of FallClan, gazing into the golden wood and contemplating the best form of action to take to return his son to his side, night in and night out. Even under the moonlight, that golden wood still glimmered with a light that was only enhanced by the darkness.
Within the compound of the League, Crosszeria found himself chuckling quietly to himself. It figured that such a beautiful place would only be so beautiful because of the darkness that lurked within. Not so very unlike his only small protege, still an apprentice in their ranks, but already showing quite a bit of promise. It would take quite a bit of persuasion – and perhaps even a promise of mutual benefit – to sway the young tom to his side, but once such a feat would be accomplished, the proxy would be only the stronger for it.
The black tom turned his head at the sound of approaching pawsteps.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 8:01:18 GMT -5
Bermondsey was the kind of cat who often minded his own business. His own problems were his own, and while it was rather nice to not have to hold the weight of his family's curse on his own shoulders these days, he found himself still drifting along the borders at times, spending certain times alone just to gather his own thoughts. He had passed by the SummerClan border–a border plenty closer than NightClan's–and for a moment, he had wondered whether to wait, to see whether by coincidence, fate would smile upon them and bring Sunpaw to the border.
Then again, it was better that she didn't, lest she wanted to follow along. It'd be better if she just forgot about him. About her entire kit-hood and stayed with the clans. He had quickly left the spot on the border, moving onwards as if he was patrolling the border, when another scent caught his attention. A familiar one, what was the proxy's name? Cross? They had met briefly in Regulus' meeting, but he didn't think much of it. How intriguing; what was he doing on this border? Surely there was nothing the internal affairs proxy had to do with the other clans.
Still, it didn't take long for his paws to take him to the other cat, and as his green eyes met Cross's red ones, he tilted his head, his expression still unreadable. "Funny seeing you here," he replied smoothly, "I always thought you were the type to stay closer to the city."
Crimson eyes narrowed at the sight of the warden, though they quickly smoothed in an attempt to appear non-plussed. "Evidently you know not a single thing about me or my past if you believe that." The tom stood and turned away from the border, beginning to pad back in the direct of the League, uncertain whether the tom would follow or go on his merry way somewhere else, uncaring of which action he chose. "The city is a last resort, an infested heap meant more for preservation than any inkling of real desire for home. I'm still thoroughly impressed the League has made it its home."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 12:07:59 GMT -5
A dry smirk appeared on his face but it was gone without a warning. "I suppose you and I can agree on that," he replied. The city had been his last resort too; he had never intended to return to Primal Instinct and yet, he found himself doing so naturally, as if he was but a wheel stuck in a rut of a path that had been traveled too long by those before him. There was nothing truly attractive about the city and the cats that called themselves Primal Instinct these days. He didn't crave the sense of fear and the bloodshed that had marred their merry band, but he craved the power they once held, the absolute stature, the pride of them all. The scrappy cats left behind barely had enough to eat, much less to be proud of.
Still, he was curious to why this cat was so close to the borders. "I don't suppose you were sightseeing?" he mused, sharp eyes turning to Cross's disappearing back, "FallClan's supposed to be beautiful around this time. Anything...or perhaps anyone...you were looking for?"
"Not at all," he called back without looking, "heard the golden wood was beautiful this time of year, wanted to see it for myself. And you?" He stopped and turned around, fox-lengths between them. "What brings you so far from the city to have stumbled upon me?" He raised a brow. "Sight seeing as well?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 12:49:18 GMT -5
It was clear that they were both playing some kind of game, dancing in some type of dance. Charades. Masquerades. "Let's just say I have a vested interest in what happens on our borders, even if they're...not bordering us, I suppose. What did my father once say? Oh, right, better to hold your friends close and your enemies closer, no?" A smile appeared on his face, one that was just another mask upon his expression.
"Surely there must be some reason FallClan's attracting you so far from our borders though. I have to admit, my own vested interest spans across multiple clans, especially ones where the prey seem bountiful considering what we have to deal with. What about yours? How is FallClan doing these days?"
"Do you doubt my loyalty?" He grinned. "I would too, in your paws. Internal affairs proxy, no reason to be outside the city, but found at the border of another clan. Scavenging for food's a decent excuse, cute, really. The clans are plentiful while we suffer. Seems fair to take what should be shared in the first place." He narrowed his eyes. "They look to be fine. Their leaves aren't rotting." He looked over at the territory on the far side. "Seem to have bountiful prey, from the rustling I hear. Perhaps you'd like to take a look at what they have to offer, no?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 28, 2021 13:50:27 GMT -5
"Not your loyalty," the other tom smirked, "just your intention. No one stalks a border like so unless there's something they want. I suppose I should know the rest of our league better, and one way of doing so is finding out what they want, no?" His eyes turned to the forest once more. Cross was right; the cats there lived a life of plenty in their land overflowing with milk and honey, while those outside starved with screams and the gnashing of teeth.
"I suppose if I'm more direct, I simply wish to know whether I'll have to rescue you from some impulsive decision, or whether this is some type of mission I should join."
Cross hummed. "Neither. There's no need for you to get involved one way or another." He smirked at him a bit, "I haven't needed a babysitter before, I don't need one now." His crimson gaze turned back to the golden wood. "You're right." He murmured, his voice nearly lost to the breeze. "There is something I want." He looked back at him. "But I have learned long ago that desire can be held against you as a form of control. I refuse to let anyone have power over me."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 30, 2021 16:58:02 GMT -5
Bermondsey scoffed at Cross's words. He understood the sentiment enough; any Primal Instinct cat would be an idiot if they thought they could trust anyone around here. Still, he couldn't help but feel as if Cross was being a tad...dramatic about it. "There's no way you'll ever get to a place where nothing holds power over you," he pointed out, "no matter what you do, someone will have something against you, or some way to hurt you. Why ignore that?"
The tom gave a chuckle, turning around as if heading back into the territory. "Though...if you ask me, the fact that you haven't already gone and gotten what you needed says that you either don't want it enough or you're not certain enough that you can get out of this unscathed, so you can let me know if I need to come scrape you off the ground for Regulus when you're done."
